I decided to go by the school gym and jump on the treadmill after I got out of class. I was really rocking the socks off that treadmill and this cute trainer walks by and asked if I would join his class in 5 minutes. I was at 2.51 miles and I really wanted to go to 3, but he promised that I would burn more calories in his class than I would in the next half mile on the mill. I. was. SOLD.
It was a CrossFit class. Do you know what that is? The name should be: You Are Fixing to Die class. It is the principal strength and training program for many police academies and tactical operations teams, military special operations units, and champion martial artists. You can read about it here. It is brutal.
But I am so glad I did it. I am going back next week. I like punishment.
I have kind of hit a little plateau of boredom in my retraining program since the injury, so I think this will help me step it back up without re-injuring myself trying to run harder than I need to just to burn a few extra calories.
If nothing else, I won’t be able to pick up any food and get it to my mouth because my arms are so sore!